The blues of the sky...

The blues of the sky...

A Poem by deadlife
"

life.deeds.actions.fear.NEED.

"

…and she’s still waiting.

Looking still at it; there lies in her baby

Calm and silent

She’s waiting; scared.

Sitting on the top of the world, soaring-

Deep in the abyss of thoughts, she fears.

Looking up at the near sky, she begs

Mercy…

Her deeds, her cruel deeds, she admits:

“But death, sometimes, is the need for life”

She again looks at it, it’s silent.

Waiting for it to be hatched;

But suddenly-

She swoops down to fetch

Lunch; prey-

For herself and for the young eaglet:

If comes…

© 2008 deadlife


Author's Note

deadlife
well..the muse is an eagle...around the end of January 2004...there used to be a really large powerhouse, the boundary wall of which started..just two houses next to mine...and...there were eagles all the time...up in the sky...they lived there...on electric towers......so one evening i was looking at them..and perhaps that very night (or a day after, don't really remember :s )...i thought of this and wrote it. :)

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The eagle is such a powerful and majestic figure that it's no wonder that this noble creature would be celebrated in poetry. You certainly have managed to capture that here. However, it's not always all good, and that certainly is captured here. I love the mixture of the good and the not-so-good. The feelings of penance and hope are skillfully captured.

The line you highlighted really struck me. It stood out so much so that even as I write this review, those words turn in my mind. I wish I'd thought of them to use! All in all, you've got a good piece here.

There's only one thing I would caution. Be careful with unclear references such as "it." It can throw the reader for a loop, as the reader has to pause and figure out what you're referring to. That has the potential for distraction; with the way your poem flows (beautifully, by the way), that would be very bad. This is still a wonderful poem and was skillfully crafted.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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woww!
very nice very nice.
i do the same thing too, see something then write a creative piece about it. thats how i did my singed memories and a burning kiss poem by looking at a bonfire haha. i love the imagery of this poem. u captured it amazingly!
u are a very talented writer and i love yur work.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved this one!
lolz..nice to know that how poets can get inspiration by eagles and muse :)
But I enjoyed reading it! and also I found a great sense of symbolism is it!
Great write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

awww i like this one!! i like the uniqueness of it, and how you're not sure what the muse is until the end, and the ends up being such a magestic, revered creature :) so nicely done


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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deadlife

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I was born. I live. I'll die. I know nothing. Where I came from? Where will I go? I'm ignorant of my existance. I'm uncertain of myself. No beliefs. No religion. No god. Know Go.. more..

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